Chapter 6

Ellen's evening hadn't worked out quite as she'd earlier expected. After she'd been working only a couple of hours, her supervisor came up and favored Ellen with the wintry parting of her razor-thin lips that passed for a smile.

"I don't know who's idea it was to call you in tonight," she said. "Even with May sick, we're a little overstaffed. So if you want, you can go home."

Ellen thought a moment. Her shift was already a quarter over, and if she stuck it out the rest of the way, there would be a little extra money in the next pay check. But on the other hand, there was Steve, waiting all alone at home. Sexy Steve. . . .

"Okay, I'll go home," she told her supervisor, and that was how Ellen came to be standing in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at the writhing naked couple on the bed as Steve shot his load between Peggy's breasts. When Ellen had driven up in front of the house, she'd decided to let herself in quietly, so she could surprise her husband, but she hadn't expected to surprise him quite this much. Once she was in the front door, the sounds of panting and the wet smack of naked flesh led her unerringly to the scene she was now disbelievingly taking in.

My God! How long has this kind of thing been going on? She asked herself incredulously. Her first reaction was anger, both at Steve for cheating on her, and at Peggy for sneaking into bed with her husband right behind her back. The little bitch! the angry redhead thought. And I was dumb enough to let her know Steve would be home alone.

But Ellen's anger lasted only until it collided with a couple of the more vivid memories of the men she herself had fucked. I'm a hell of a one to be throwing stones, she thought ruefully, even though a substratum of anger remained in the back of her mind. No one is totally rational.

Then a new factor began to take over. Hey . . . that looks sexy! the staring young wife realized as she took in the two struggling, panting naked people on the bed. She'd never seen Peggy nude before, and the switch-hitting Ellen found the sight of her friend's well-rounded little body very stimulating. Within a short time, Ellen began to feel left out as she watched her husband and Peggy thrashing madly on the nearby bed. This can happen at times to even the most jealous people, and with Ellen it was an imperative she could hardly ignore. Feeling a hot flush of sexual arousal sweeping over her easily excited body, Ellen quickly took off her clothes and headed for the bed. Both Steve and Peggy had been too involved with one another to notice Ellen in the doorway, and the effect when she wiggled into bed with them was explosive.

"Ellen!" Steve blurted out. "What the . . . What the hell are you doing here?" And next to him, Peggy's eyes opened wide in shock.

"I'll bet you wonder what I'm doing here, you slippery son of a bitch," Ellen replied. Steve had expected words from her to this effect, but he realized the tone was all wrong. Christ, how come she isn't yelling? he wondered uneasily. And how come she's naked? Then he began to remember her words to Peggy when she'd slipped into bed with them. What'd she mean by telling her she was going to get all the sex she wanted? But the focus of attention was taken away from his own guilt for the moment as a frightened Peggy began to babble unnecessary excuses to Ellen.

"I ... I just don't know what got into me," Peggy blurted out. "But. . . But because of all those guys you were with at the hospital, I just thought you wouldn't mind. . . ." she said, hoping to justify herself. Oh, God, now the cat's out of the bag! Ellen thought in alarm. There was a short silence, finally broken by Steve's suspicious bellow.

"Hey . . . ! What is this?" he demanded angrily of his wife. "What does Peggy mean, 'all those guys at the hospital'?"

Ellen had once read that offense was the best defense. "Who the hell are you to ask questions?" she shot back just as loudly. "Okay, so I'm not the model faithful wife, but at least I don't do it in the bed I share with you. . . . And with your best friend!"

Peggy was pinned in between the two angry spouses, feeling tremendously vulnerable because of her nakedness. "Please don't fight," she pleaded, managing to draw the attention of both of the combatants to her. Steve and Ellen glared at the unfortunate little brunette, and then at each other. It took several seconds before the humor of the whole ridiculous scene finally hit them. It was Steve who finally broke the tension.

"Okay," he said with a tentative, grin. "A point for your side, a point for my side."

There was another short silence. "You mean it?" Ellen asked. "You're not mad? It's okay?"

"I think so," he said. "Right now it seems so . . . you know . . . wild!"

Ellen relaxed visibly. "Well, with that out of the way, I guess we'll just have to see what to do about Peggy! . . . Oh, my," she said to the other woman. "You do have big tits, don't you?"

Peggy expected immediate trouble as soon as Ellen turned her attention toward her, but was shocked when the other girl began to tenderly fondle her cum-slippery breasts.

"Oh, did the big nasty man get your lovely boobs all messy?" Ellen asked. "Here, let me clean them off." And before the stunned Peggy could stop her, Ellen began to lick the girl's swollen breasts.

"No!" Peggy exclaimed. "You mustn't!" She tried to push Ellen's head away.

"Hey! You wouldn't want me to get mad all over again, would you?" Ellen demanded, raising her head and giving Peggy a fierce scowl. Still awash with guilt, Peggy meekly subsided. Well, let her do it, if it makes her happy, Peggy rationalized, even though her deepest instincts recoiled at the idea of having a woman's mouth on her breasts. God knows I owe her something! But her spirit of sacrifice was jolted when she realized Ellen's licking of her well-used breasts felt good!

"Oooohhhhhh," she moaned, the sound involuntarily escaping from her throat as little chills raced over her re-aroused flesh. Automatically her hands came up to Ellen's head, but fell away again indecisively. Oh God, she does it even better than Steve, Peggy thought in confusion. But it's wrong. . . . It's lesbianism!

But as Ellen's expert licking continued, Peggy's body began to overrule her mind, and she slowly realized that if anything felt this good, it didn't matter who was doing it! Right then, she'd have settled for Adolph Hitler!

"Feel good?" Ellen asked, temporarily moving her lips away from Peggy's quivering nipples.

"Uh-huh," Peggy replied, nodding weakly.

"You still want to cum?" Ellen said.

"Uh-huh," Peggy replied, more strongly this time, and actually tried to pull Ellen's head back down toward her hotly throbbing breasts.

"Well, you just hang in there, and I'll see that you don't want for anything," Ellen promised throatily. To illustrate what she meant, the lovely young redhead once again buried her face in her smaller friend's billowing breasts and began to lick and suck with a vengeance.

Now it was Steve's turn to feel left out. He was relieved that the disaster he'd expected when he'd been caught by his wife in the act of making love hadn't materialized, but he was confused. Hey . . . What kind of a woman did I marry, anyhow? he asked himself. First I find out she was fucking around at work, and now I find out she's got a thing for women, too!

If it hadn't been for the fact that Steve's jealousy tempered by his own guilt, he would probably have exploded in anger. Which would have been too bad, because by the time he'd forced himself to watch the two naked young nurses next to him writhing passionately together, he began to find the lewd spectacle extremely exciting. Christ, look at Ellen go! He thought, his eyes bulging as he watched his wife's familiar features disappear in the same taut swollen breasts that he himself had been licking, fondling and fucking only a short time before. As the two women writhed together on the bed, he caught the contrast of Ellen's red pussy hair to Peggy's silky brown fur. Hey, this is alright! he thought, feeling the first stirrings of renewed life in his own depleted cock.

Ellen, too, was enthusing over her naked entanglement with the now-panting Peggy.

She'd been mentally drooling over Peggy's tits for months, but never thought the aloof girl would let her lay a hand on their lush roundness. The bi-sexual Ellen was almost as turned on by Peggy's huge knockers as Steve had been. I'm going to make sure Peggy remembers every moment of this next half-hour, Ellen promised herself as she plotted her next moves.

Moaning gently below the madly licking Ellen, Peggy hardly dared think about what was happening to her. All she was certain of was how good her red-haired friend's eager mouthing of her sensitive nipples felt, and how hungry for further attention her tortured cunt was. So, when Ellen's mouth finally left her palpitating tits and slid slowly down over her quivering belly, obviously heading further south, the confused young brunette tried to make her mind a complete blank. Whatever happens, was her last thought, I'll just let it happen!

A moment later, Ellen had worked her nude body down between Peggy's obligingly spread legs, and now the other woman's already aroused pussy was only inches away from her lovely face. What a sweet little cunt, Ellen thought excitedly. I'll eat it like an oyster.

Reaching down with her fingers, Ellen gently pried open her friend's drippingly wet cunt, baring the soft warm inner parts. Quickly picking out Peggy's rigidly erect pink clitoris, the redhead leaned forward and softly closed her lips around the sensitive little bud.

"OH GOD!" Peggy shrieked, her body jerking convulsively. As Ellen's mouth came to rest against Peggy's cunt-flesh, her sharp little tongue began stabbing repeatedly against her companion's red-hot clit. Each burning touch poured almost unbearable torrents of sexual delight up into Peggy's shuddering loins, almost as if she were short-circuited up inside her cunt. Her hips began to writhe and jerk uncontrollably, and if Ellen hadn't already made sure she had a good hold around the other woman's thighs, she would have undoubtedly been bucked away from the hotly gushing loins before her sucking mouth.

Jesus Christ I Steve exclaimed to himself as he nervously circled the two women locked together on the big bed. It slowly began to seep into his mind that he was in the middle of every man's dream-two naked woman making love to another, while he stood next to them, his cock hard and ready! But what the hell was he going to do with his once again stone-hard rod? It looked to him as if the two women were totally absorbed in one another with not a thought to spare for him. Then he found himself staring at his wife's broad, lush ass. She was lying on her belly between Peggy's quivering legs, with her own legs dangling over the end of the bed. Steve's mind raced excitedly. He knew that ass, and what a delight it was to fuck his wife from behind. And with her pelvis so close to the edge of the bed. . . .

Acting on instinct, Steve moved forward, crowding his stock body between his wife's outstretched legs. Then, guiding his swollen cock with one hand, he worked it in between Ellen's soft thighs, searching out the opening to her vagina until at last he had inserted the tip of his cock up into that warm wet tunnel. With a grunt, he pushed hard, driving the big organ the rest of the way up into his wife's hot slippery cunt. Her whole body twitched as he ruthlessly impaled her from behind, but not for a moment did her mouth desert Peggy's convulsing pussy-slit. Only her low moans let Steve know that she liked what he was doing.

And that was how Peggy once again got cheated of her orgasm. Half picking his wife's loins off the bed, with his hands under her round sleek thighs, Steve began to fuck into her hard, all the while eagerly staring at where her head was buried deep between Peggy's twitching thighs. He could clearly hear the wet slurps of Ellen's frenzied licking of the other woman's hidden cunt, and he watched entranced as Peggy's upper torso twisted and writhed in ecstasy above. Her big breasts jerked from side to side, until the young brunette reached up and dug her spasming fingers into their white softness, brutally mauling her own wildly sensitive nipples. And if that wasn't enough, Steve could look down to see his own cock slamming up into Ellen's familiar, ripely-curved ass. He felt as if he were fucking clear through her, right out her sucking mouth into Peggy's sweet little cunt. It was the biggest power-flash he'd ever had.

But the best of things can't last forever. His avid stroking up into his wife's tight cuntal channel was having the usual effect. Ellen got more and more excited, until she had trouble paying attention to Peggy's rich-tasting cunt. And when a particularly strong burst of activity from Steve finally made her cum, Ellen's back and neck arched spasmodically, pulling her cunt-slippery face away from Peggy's thrice-deserted pussy, which was a shame, because once again Peggy had been right at the beginning of her long-awaited climax.

"Oh, God," she sobbed. "Why does this keep happening ?"

"Hold on, baby, and you'll get a cuntful," Steve panted as he continued to pump into his wife's powerfully spasming cunt. The feel of her vaginal muscles clamping rhythmically around his driving cock were a strong inducement for him to cum too, but he held back, conscious of Ellen's orgasmic juices gushing back out around his swollen organ and pooling onto the sheets below.

Finally Ellen collapsed, temporarily exhausted, and Steve unceremoniously rolled her limp naked form aside, uncovering the despairing Peggy beneath. Her legs were still spread wide, and he saw her flower-like snatch, bright scarlet and wide open from his wife's talented tonguing.

"Say 'ah,' baby," Steve grunted, moving higher on the bed, and a moment later his rock-hard cock had plunged deep up into Peggy's lush little body.

"OH . . . YES, YES, YES!" she screamed wildly. "FUCK ME, LOVER BOY . . . AND FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T STOP THIS TIME!"

The normally sedate Peggy had by now turned into a wild beast. She panted and moaned and writhed beneath Steve, her lips drawn back over her teeth and her eyes glittering savagely from behind the screen of dark hair that whipped back and forth over her face. It took all Steve's strength to hold the struggling girl down and at the same time keep jamming his near-bursting cock as far up into her hungrily nibbling pussy as it would go.

Suddenly Peggy froze, her body perfectly still. Her eyes opened wide, as if she were afraid, and then she said very quietly: "Oh, God . . . it's here."

A second later her stomach muscles hardened like iron, jerking her body up into an arch of climaxing flesh. "IIH'MMMM CUUUUMMMM-IIIINNNNGGGGG!" she shrieked wildly, the tendons in her neck standing out starkly. She writhed and bucked under Steve, her struggles so wild that they triggered off his own orgasm.

"Okay, cunt!" he roared, temporarily out of his mind. With almost superhuman strength he crushed her back down onto the bed and began emptying his balls up into her shuddering belly.

A few feet away, Ellen watched in amazement. This was the first time she had ever seen a man and a woman make love together. "Is that what it looks like when Steve fucks me?" she asked out loud as she avidly watched her husband's heavy hips pound his swollen spurting cock up into Peggy's convulsing loins, and her own genitals began to catch fire again.

Which was why Steve, when he finally rolled exhausted from Peggy's still-twitching form, was surprised to see Ellen take his place. Seizing Peggy in her arms imitating Steve, Ellen began to kiss the other girl passionately while at the same time grinding her groin down on Peggy's. Steve could tell it felt good, because both women were once again moaning and thrashing. Obviously Peggy didn't care who was making love to her, as long as they did it well.

Steve couldn't hold still. As she watched the girl's pussies strain toward one another, barely brushing clitorises, he felt he had to help. Nobody's taking care of their cunts! he thought excitedly, so he reached a hand in between their sweaty, writhing bodies, searching out their well-used vaginas, until he had his thumb up Ellen's and the forefinger of the same hand up Peggy's. Both girls reacted promptly, and began to moan and thrash all the harder. Steve found Peggy's cunt slippery with his own semen, while Ellen's clung tightly to his invading thumb. "Come on, you little bastard!" Steve raged, slapping angrily at his shrunken and useless penis, wishing he had its swollen hardness back to once again ram up into the lovely female bodies twisting so abandonedly on the bed next to him. But it was no use, so he had to content himself with his double finger-fucking until at last both women climaxed together, their spasming cunts pumping hot juices out over Steve's rhythmically pumping hand.

It was several minutes before the girls got their breath back. "Hey, what's the matter?" Ellen asked, noticing the gloomy look on her husband's mustached face.

"Got a mutiny on my hands," he said disgustedly, waving toward the flaccid cock that drooped uselessly between his legs.

"Oh, my, my, my," Ellen said, shaking her head. "We can't have that, can we, Peggy?" she said, turning toward the brunette. "Why, what would a girl do without a big hard cock around?" Both women looked at one another for several seconds, then broke out laughing. Steve looked up suspiciously, wondering if they were making fun of him, but a moment later he forgot all his worries as two warm, soft, naked women pressed against him, tugging him up onto the bed. He found himself on his back, with Ellen beginning to tease his recalcitrant cock with her tongue while Peggy crouched above him, dragging her huge tits tantalizingly across his face.

"Don't you worry, baby," Ellen said softly from below. "We're just as eager as you to see a big hard cock join our little group."

Hours later, Steve and Ellen lay on their backs in bed, passing a glowing joint back and forth. The exhausted, naked Peggy was sound asleep between them.

"I'm glad as hell we don't have to sneak around any more," Steve said. The joint glowed brightly in the darkened room as he took a deep drag and then passed it to his wife.

"You sure you're not jealous?" Ellen asked.

"Not as long as I get all of you I want," he replied.

"Even though you know I might be at work, fucking some guy's ears off?"

Steve winced. The picture was a bit vivid, but then his wheeler-dealer nature began to take over.

"That could be a very good thing," he said thoughtfully. "Somehow I see a lot of stray tail flowing toward old Steve via that channel."

"How do you mean?" Ellen asked suspiciously.

"I mean, if you're gonna get all you want, then I want the same. It's fairly easy for a girl to get laid. She just doesn't say no! But what about me? Do you think you could line me up with a little something now and then?"

"Hold on!" Ellen said angrily. "I'll be damned if I'll pimp for you!"

"Hey, take it easy," Steve said soothingly, realizing he had gone a little too far, too fast. "It won't be pimping. It'll be a package deal- something in it for both of us."

"Like how?" Ellen asked, still suspicious.

"I'll give you an example. You know that young couple that lives a couple of houses over? You know, the blonde with the fabulous ass and the big tall stud."

"Mmmmmm . . . yeah," Ellen said thoughtfully, remembering their handsome neighbor and his beautiful young wife.

"Well, she's really been giving me the eye," Steve said. "It makes sense. .. . Married a couple of years and beginning to wonder what another cock would feel like."

"Than how come you haven't made it with her?" Ellen asked. A slow amazement at the casual way they were each talking about fucking other people was coming over her, but to her surprise, it was more exciting than upsetting.

"Her old man's jealous as hell. . . . Keeps an eye on her," Steve explained. "He has to be, ahh ... nullified."

"And that's where I come in," Ellen said, her teeth gleaming in the dark as a slow smile came over her face.

"That's where you come in," Steve said. "Think you can handle it?"

"Sure," she said. "He'll never know what hit him."

"Okay, we'll work out a plan in the morning," Steve said gratefully. "Oh, Christ, am I ever worn out. Let's get some sleep."

The joint was carefully extinguished in a bedside ashtray, and husband and wife turned toward one another, joining hands across Peggy's slumbering body. Before they fell asleep, each of them placed their other hand firmly on one of the little brunette's breasts and Peggy stirred in her sleep, a happy smile coming over her lovely face.

In another few minutes, they were all asleep.